Chess Pieces | MYG & Reader

To Trust Or To Not Trust?

Your POV

I creep in to the house so that no one spots me in this state. If Mum catches me wet like this, she'll never let me here the end of this. I don't get why everyone thinks I'm trying to kill myself these days. I mean what I said was a threat people. That day, I was cutting myself some fruits in the kitchen when a maid walked in, gasped and rushed over to tell the closest adult. I rushed behind her and caught up with her, before stopping her. I make it to my bedroom. Anissa, a maid, is walking past me and avoids eye contact. 

"Come here.", I order bluntly.

See, I wouldn't be so rue to them all. It's not like I look down upon them. If I had my way, I would sen them all back to their families because they're still young girls. I've been trying to make friends with this specific maid for ages but she just won't budge. She comes in.

"Bring me a few towels please.", I soften down on my tone.

"As you say Miss.", she nods.

She goes away and returns reify with a few towels and she hands them to me. I begin to dry myself as she waits to be dismissed. 

"Anissa...", I say.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Miss but I'm Alisha. Anissa is my twin actually.", she says.

I stand there for a second, just staring at her. She really spoke to me.

Anissa POV

I realise just what I've done. I interrupted Miss. Oh my days, what the hell did I do that for? She might kill me for it, like very literally.

But she just smiles at me, "You know Alisha, you just made me really happy."

"Why?", I question. Crap, why can't I just keep my mouth shut?

"Because you're the first maid that's ever spoken to me. I've tried to interact with Anissa it probably was many times but she never responds.", she explains.

"Oh, I'm sorry on her behalf. You see, she's very wary of the rich and powerful. You can do anything you want whenever you like.", I say.

"Oh I see. So tell me your honest opinion on me.", she says.

I contemplate for a second, should I be honest? I put aside the consequences and go ahead, "I think... well... I'm careful as to not judge people by other people's opinion so I actually don't have much on you. I think you're very impressive, challenging Ma'am like that.", I admit.

"Oh thank you.", she says.

"You're welcome Miss.", I smile.

"Please don't call me Miss. Call me Y/N.", she asks.

"I can't do that.", I say hurriedly.

"Please, it's a request. Call me miss in front of others so you don't get in trouble but call me y/N otherwise.", she says.

"Please Miss, that would be disrespectful, we have class differences.", I say.

"No we don't. We're all the same and if I had my way, I would let you all free.", she says.

Now that makes me smile, "Thank you."

"How old are you?", she quizzes.

"I'm seventeen.", I say.

"Oh, that's really young.", she says.

I nod along. There seems to be something troubling her, "Is anything wrong?"

"Just give me a second. I've dried up but I still feel a little annoyed. Let me just go and change.", she takes some clothes with her to the toilet and changes, she's back within minutes.

The troubled look doesn't seem to have faded, "Erm.. Mis- Y/N, you seem a little upset."

"It's just that, I want to be your friend. You seem like a lovely person but I can't trust anyone these days. People I've been friends with for a lifetime have betrayed me and too many people have the wrong image of me. I'm lonely.", she cries softly.

I judge the situation but again, I leave behind doubts and hug her, "I'll trust you and I'll make sure that you can trust me too."

"Thank you, you have no idea what it means to me.", she embraces me back.

What are you getting yourself in to Anissa? Did you just take the right or the wrong step? Because we all know, living here and working here is one big game, one wrong move and you're done for.

Yoongi POV

I see my brother in the corridor and run up to him.

"Wait up!", I gasp.

"What is it?", he looks at me, annoyed.

"I need help.", I say.

"With what?", he questions.

"Can you give me a number of one of your friends? The one who lives somewhere else or something.", I ask.

"Why?", he quizzes with a glare.

"I need his help.", I'm trying to keep the conversation as minimal as possible but this hawk won't let anything get past him.

"What help?", he continues.

"Please man, I just need his number.", I beg practically.

"Ok wimp. No need to beg on your knees. I'll text it to you.", he says and walks away.

I sigh, if he doesn't give me the number, I will murder him. That number is the key to escaping with Y/N after we get married. And then, then I can kill her. I tuck my ideas and plans away. It's too late for this.